Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-03-09

angry laugh widens her hps-"when you
said moment since that so long as
your lover was with you you liked him,
out that when he was gone you felt the
full weight Of his disagreeability press
upon you, you said exactly what I should
have said, had been the first to explain. "
"That is strange-a coincidence. But
but why marry him, If you feel 30 to
Mr.. Boyle9"
"Captain, an it please you, madame.
He is one of her majesty's men. am
not so sure that shall marry him. But
have been pressed into the matter be-
cause of auntie's desire to see me Mrs.
Boyle (therc is remote title somewhere
in the family, that she believes will some
day descend upon me, and make me my
ladyD So am supposed to be willing
to barter my present for the sake Of my
future. But am not! So therem She
somewhat angrily rattles the poker
against the bars of the CRATE as she
speaks. Then she looks up sharply at
her companion. "Why are you marrying
Mr.. -? You did not mention his name,
by the by"
"Paul Annerley."
,1er- IA masterful lname-anearly as bad an
Grant, Boyle-that sounds like the resist
less rock as the wave beats hopelessly
against it," She pauses as though sunk
in light reverie. ~ am not hopeless
wave, however, she continues presently,
her pause being so slight as to be almost
imperceptible. "a rock myself, rather.
Yet look so frail-so fragile" She gets
up and turns to mirror, and pushing
back the soft silky hair from her low
brow examines her face critically. "Yes
"a rock!' she says decisively. $50, il
my dear cousin does not improve on ac-
quaintance, warn him shall not be
dragged to the altar to suit his whim.
I'd cut Off my hair first! 1t was by the
hair the medieval parent dragged his
child, eh!" she asks, turning to Nadine
with sudden smile.
II believe you like your cousin, under
it all" says Nadine, laughing.
"Well, do, and don't, as have al
ready said. Just now, 1 don't. But
there arc few men in town so handsome.
So much l know, though I have not as
yet come out.
!'Describc him to me-"
"He is tall, dark, earne It in expression.
L
ern villain being always tall, fair, insou-
villain Is rs have said."
"Paul is dark too," says Nadine, arch.
ing her brows.
"Ha! So! The plot thickens! Two
villains in one drama is extravagant.
1 wish, however, Paul had been of the
fair, die away order, if only to make
diversion. Nadine, tell ME, why are you
going to marry your unloved villain?'
"He isn't villain," begins Nadine;
but Millicent interrupts her.
"Oh, yes, he Isl" she says. ".You take
my word for it. Well, 60 on"
II um marrying him because-because
1 think do like him, and that my absurd
repulsion when absent from him is q
mean feeling only to be conquered to dis
appear forever. And-and mamma will
be happy If marry him. She IS so
afraid that may ever come to real want"
':lIe is rich, then? A man of property?"
mo. He has clerkship somewhere
In the CITY,"
"Somewhere? Vague I call that! Well,
my good child, I'd see about that clerk
ship, if I were you, before putting my
foot in it,
"Well-as matter of course" says
Nadine. Th she breaks into merry
laugh. "Natura]ly should see it before
putting my foot in it. But you need not
be uneasy about that. Mother has made
all inquiries, and he has entirely satisfied
her."
"After all, my warning was absurd.
People nowadays don't 60 about mas
querading," says Millicent. "Tell me
more Of him."
"There is so little to tell. His eyes are
a very dark brown"
$50 are Grants. I hate very dark
brown eyes"
ellis mustache is brown too."
$50 is Grants. I like mustache
myself"
"And like man with no mustache,"
says Nadine softly.
"You don't say" cries her friend,
with affected interest. "Tell me who he
is.n
Her shaft is q random one, not meant
to strike home, yet Nadine shrinks from
it us if hurt, and her cheeks grow deadly
white. She clasps her hands together
with little impulsive motion upon
her lap-clasps them so closely that her
nails grow white.
Millicent, who though frivolous in
certain sense, is neither unobservant nor
wanting in affection, marks these signs
of emotion, but with strange reticence,
for her, refroins from taking any notice OF
them.
ga truce to loversn' she cries gayly.
"I, for my part, am sick and tired Of
them. Here is second piece of news I
would impart to you. Uncle Timothy
you know my Uncle Timothy?-well,
dear old mani he is going to give me, on
the occasion of my first appearance, the
most exquisite set of diamonds and sap
phires that are, hear, in the United
KindgOm. am to be his heress US we'll
as aunties, you know; and these jewels
are to be worn by NEON my coronation,
/ was going to say-but I suppose 1
meant on my presentation. They tell
me 'hcr most gracious will pale with
envy at the sight of them. Going now,
Nadiney Nonsense! You must have
your tea first. I'll have it served here,
and it will keep you Warm all the way
home. Ponr little cat! You look tired!
Have glass of sherry instead-it will be
much better for YOU"